Chapter Seven
My Alphas are slack-jawed,staring at the beautiful Omega we have fantasized about for years. It is so surreal to think that not only is she here, in front of us, but she’s our scent match.
Our beautiful, orange-scented Omega with silky hair and creamy, ivory skin.
She’s perfect. Better than my dreams of her.
That has to be why all of us felt so drawn to her from the moment we “met” her, right?
She was always ours.
The television alerts with an aggressive chime, startling the shit out of me. Bradley’s face fills the screen.
“We’re sending medical in.” He sounds pissed.
“No.” I can count on one hand the times I’ve heard Derrick bark. It doesn’t have much of an effect on Bradley through the cameras, but I wince. “She’s not hurt, she’s overwhelmed. The last thing she needs is more people in here.”
Bradley does not look convinced. “She needs to be checked out.”
“Look.” Ivan’s gaze is darting between the multiple visible cameras, as if he’s trying to figure out how to look Bradley in the eye but can’t decide which one to focus on. “She was overwhelmed by all of our scents at once. This isn’t an illness, this is an Omega who needs her Alphas.”
And her Beta, but sure.
I don’t think either of them thinks I am any less than because I’m a Beta, but honestly, it’s a little annoying sometimes to know that there are things I will not be able to do for Onion because I am a Beta and not an Alpha. The “not having a knot” thing doesn’t bother me as much as not being able to purr for her, which neither of these dumb assholes is doing.
“Hey, Alphas. Why not try purring for your Omega?” I can’t keep the smugness at the idea being mine out of my voice.
What would they do without me?
Derrick blinks at me with wide eyes before clearing his throat and forcing out a stuttering purr. It’s a sound I’ve never heard from him before, and it’s a little awkward, but he’s making it work. Ivan’s usually jovial face looks stricken dumb, but he reaches out a hand to touch her while the sweet sound spills out of him.
“Hey, Onion.” I move around Derrick so I can sit by her head and stroke her hair from her face. “I know this is a lot. This isn’t what you expected or what you wanted from this experience. I know that. But give us a chance, okay? You know us, even if right now we seem like strangers.”
After a few minutes of purring, the video feed on the television shuts off, Bradley and the producers deciding that what we’re doing right now is better TV than sending in some medics.
I may not be able to purr for her, but there issomething only I can do right now. “She’s not going to like waking up in your arms. We should take her to one of the bedrooms.”
Derrick looks at me like I’ve slapped him. “I don’t want to leave her alone!”
“She won’t be alone. I’ll stay with her.”
“Why would you stay with her? She’s going to be mad at you, too.”
Alphas. So handsome, yet so dumb.
“Because I’m a Beta. She came here planning to meet Sax, whom she thought was a Beta. I am a third of Sax and a Beta.” I stand and hold my arms out, making grabby hands toward the Omega. “I’ll warm her up to the idea of you two. I’ll be your fluffer. Come on, it makes the most sense. Give her here.”
Ivan finally throws himself into the conversation. “That’s actually a good idea. I feel like waking up surrounded by us will knock her right back out.”
“Correct you are, Left Alpha. I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day.”
Ivan rolls his chocolate brown eyes at the nickname. He became Left Alpha, Left, LA, about a year after we met, named so because he’s never right.
God, I’m funny.
“Come on. I’ll take her, you guys get our stuff put away, and start on lunch.” I gently lift our Omega from Derrick’s arms and turn to leave. Before I get too far, I glance at the two of them over my shoulder. “Actually, maybe make it brunch. With mimosas. I feel like we’re all going to need a little liquid courage to get through the next conversation.”
Onion fits perfectly in my arms. I’ve seen pictures, but I was never able to video chat with her, for obvious reasons, and still photos did not do her justice. She’s a shade or twotoo pale, which is to be expected for someone who doesn’t go outside, and her skin is so soft I want to rub myself against it like a cat. Her milky, sweet orange scent is mouthwatering.
